I’m not done loving.

“Put it away. You don’t need that sh*t,” she said.¬†The wake up call came from Ellie Goulding. Rewind a week ago, and you will get to the peak of this drama ride. It was a kind of homesick I had not yet experienced in Spain. This time the feeling lasted longer than normal. This time, I had a broken heart. Yet I put myself in this situation, so I did not feel like I could ask Life for a reimbursement (though I considered the option). It was me, after all, who declared my heart open to every kind of¬†adventure. I … Continue reading I’m not done loving.

For Both of Us

I could see grace flowing through her veins, down her arms, and out the tip of her fingers. I saw his power down his spine, legs, and out his feet. Sweat cascading down his face, drops of it flying out onto the tablas and maybe even an audience member. He was making an effort. Not the kind of effort that wears you out and exhausts your body, no. It was the kind of effort that brings you to life. I had been melancholic, homesick already and it had not even been a week! Knowing Spanish is an advantage – no … Continue reading For Both of Us

It’s an adventure

My heart was racing. I mean RACING! We squeezed each other’s hands so hard as we held our breath at the same exact time. There! The actress playing “Donna” belted the living guts out of “The Winner Takes It All.” My best friend is probably the only person that would reciprocate my desperate hand-holding during a musical. We get it. The sweat, tears, and sweat, the dark circles, and sore muscles that it takes to bring a production like that to fruition. We feel for the heart-broken Donna in Mamma Mia! We also feel for the actors trying to change … Continue reading It’s an adventure